Point Vicente

She swings on the front porch

And sweeps her days into an empty sky

Of a dream drowned in the rain

Out where the land is as flat as the sea

There's a train pulling out west

And a box of money stashed under the bed

Up through the pines

And down into the city of light

Where the world spins on a string

The weave of lovers weave meet their fate

Down by the sea falls in love with the sailor who keeps the light house

Storm comes in, smashes the shore

The sailor's duty comes calling

Begging and pleading as she falls to the floor

She's left waiting

She waits at the front

Her husband come wrapped around her

Where she fell the stoop in the night

(...) all alone for months at a time